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Pirate The wind is blowing  Salt water onto   her cherry red lips. The silver ,black gun is over a foot and shoots inch long bullets. The wind blows one last time  Her small, blue, fury eye squint   and her long wavy dirty blond blows as the wind flows. The waves are getting heavy  they pull the ship down   into the rock the ship has a hole   bigger than the teacher in your class   they were stranned in the island. Her shirt ripped, and it got dirty the end